the better of October

throws up its eyes to leave

its body of work, as its dank

and knobby fingers *****

at pelt-pocking raindrops.

glazing the orange skin of

pumpkins, that seem livid

with night-sweats.

flanked greys and eye-sore

whites resolve into a lay-limbo

inertial enough to be stumbled

upon.

there comes an

awareness, so unto

and heavied...it alights.

slouching down on

a cross, so stark against

its white sky.

remaining at the foot

of  that hallowing

ground.

always hit by the first

drop.

Tower and eidolon, three and a half

times removed--stand still of no man's

land, coiled up in The Alone.

Parashakti...consort, companion, partaker


of Shiva laid down upon her uninhabited


hermitage, and watched as she sleeps.

the way water surrounds the brinks of land--

eating at its sides.

Shiva...tower and eidolon, emptying aloneness

into aloneness.

upon the third distillation, emptiness tears in half.

a half removed from three times.

as Shiva sinks the centers of Oceans that circumambulate

his Ajna, overhanging a crescent moon as a beacon

risen Again.

these are the nights,

as if pointed to--to stand

out from the richest

obscurations.

where every square inch

is covered with the wings

of moths, beating and shedding

the patterns that drew them.

by and to flame, their exit points.

a wolf is the shape of

its howl...

belting out the

moon gingerly unboxed

by thoughtful skies.

eight directions, and scintillate

caress of her mastercraft...

windless with the breath of

refinement.

exactly when...

the howl reaches, and marks

her.

somehow I-I'm always under a

black bough that swells so wide

and thick, the night comes up

with it.

where branches fall into its chasmic

girth, waxen with sea changes that

put their skin to paper.

a touch too haunted not to be broken

through.

the hole in the sky the moon leaves...

even if she should stay just out of view.

she fills that hole with the deepest beds

of rest, beaming back at her.

it's when her song comes on real quiet...

the inexhaustive replay of her attentive

being captures something new.